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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">These six sentences come from our soon-to-be published WIP. One of many stories we plan to share with the world. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Ark Hotel: Before the Dawn is a contemporary erotic romance. <o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This story has not been professionally edited by our editor at <strong>Sizzler Intoxications</strong>.</span><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Set Up:<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Noah and Angie are at a gazebo stringing lights when barriers are broken. They heat up the late November night at a Christmas display, charity event. <o:p></o:p></span></div><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Our Six Sentences:<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<div style="line-height: 14.4pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; page-break-after: avoid; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">A wild pace settled behind his eyes. She barely kept her balance when Noah spun away with her hand in his. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div style="line-height: 14.4pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; page-break-after: avoid; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">“We’re done,” he growled.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div style="line-height: 14.4pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; page-break-after: avoid; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Angie giggled at his impatience. The reflection of her needs helped her keep speed with Noah’s lengthy strides. They almost jogged towards his truck, leaving the gazebo and sleigh behind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>Rhea Archer Bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13895309256661912767noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739674467035986964.post-72021883052655017662011-10-01T23:00:00.000-07:002011-10-01T23:00:44.196-07:00Six Sentence Sunday post #4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X9-Smgxo-aI/Tof7PfbTm5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/cM2mirkfPqc/s1600/imagesCASLEETA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X9-Smgxo-aI/Tof7PfbTm5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/cM2mirkfPqc/s1600/imagesCASLEETA.jpg" /></a></div><br />
WARNING this is graphic with sexually explict material. <br />
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Welcome once again to <a href="http://sixsunday.com/">Six Sentence Sunday</a>. As Lani and Jp, we continue to explore our Succubi nature in the continuence of Sucs...Like a House on Fire. Our heorine, Val, has found a delicious pair to feast from and now leads them in a passionate tango of sex and sweat. The ultimate prize everyone gets what they need. <br />
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Bob pumped harder at his cock, his grip firm as sweat beaded on his upper lip and forehead. Valeria suckled, licked and nibbled Sue with a proficiency only a succubi of 700 hundred years or more would know. While her mouth busied tongue fucking his woman to madness, Valeria never let her eyes let go of Bob’s.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">She estimated that Sue would cum like a porn star in less then three minutes. After two minutes, Sue’s moans became increasingly higher pitched. Valeria removed her mouth from the woman and motioned for Bob to come to the bed. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">~*~</span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Thanks for stopping by today! We hope you enjoyed our six. We would love to hear from you. Have a great Sunday. Remember to stop by our pages, <a href="http://jp-archer.blogspot.com/">Jp Archer</a> and <a href="http://lanirhea.blogspot.com/">Lani Rhea</a>, to read more great six sentences. </span><br />
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Rhea ArcherRhea Archer Bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13895309256661912767noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739674467035986964.post-17658366191681879972011-09-30T04:57:00.000-07:002011-09-30T04:57:39.362-07:00Flash Fiction Friday post #6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_LQzUVHDOw/ToUflnEdHZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C5MNxmJZ14w/s1600/314362_151458551614296_100002504569047_263564_713244717_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_LQzUVHDOw/ToUflnEdHZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C5MNxmJZ14w/s1600/314362_151458551614296_100002504569047_263564_713244717_n.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Welcome to our Flash Fiction Friday. To read other great flash fiction click this link <a href="http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: purple;">Flash Fiction Friday.</span></a> <br />
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<strong>Here is our 100:</strong><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Your scent is so damn sweet.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Please, let me. I need you in my mouth.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">His breath seized between his teeth when Lacy looped her fingers over the elastic. He never imagined she would cooperate with the blindfold. Mark bent low, lifted a strand of her hair and inhaled. He wanted Lacy. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">To gift her, Mark straightened and allowed her delicate palms to cup him. Her delicious, warm tongue, velvet soft, stroked long from head to sac. She nipped with lips up and down followed with her teeth. Her teeth—oh shit. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mark shot up from bed. "Damn dream!"</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p>~*~</o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p>Thanks for stopping by today. We would love to hear from you. </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p>Rhea Archer</o:p></span></div>Rhea Archer Bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13895309256661912767noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739674467035986964.post-82936926421403406382011-09-25T05:30:00.000-07:002011-09-25T05:30:00.795-07:00Six Sentence Sunday post #3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VSbySeTcLYg/Tn6gxVj0DvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_8KDS8PWkS8/s1600/couple+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VSbySeTcLYg/Tn6gxVj0DvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_8KDS8PWkS8/s1600/couple+8.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Here's a little something we've been cooking on the back burner. These six sentences come from a WIP we're calling Sucs...Like a House on Fire. Our heroine is Val, one of four succubi friends. In this scene the group is meeting and Val is the second to arrive. Her frenemy, Rene, is already occupying a seat at "their" table. Val is very tense is needing to feed.<br />
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<strong>Our six sentences:</strong><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Her pussy ached, her nipples tingled and her mouth watered. She so needed to feed tonight. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Rene arched a pale eyebrow in Val’s direction. “Hungry much?” she asked cattily. “The pheromones rolling off you right now could start a new free love movement,” she chuckled, then sighed dramatically. “Damn, I miss the sixties.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p>Rhea Archer</o:p></span></div>Rhea Archer Bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13895309256661912767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739674467035986964.post-41395419953328082522011-09-23T07:36:00.000-07:002011-09-23T07:36:52.480-07:00Flash Fiction Friday post #5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2n-NqMDJWUQ/TnyWS6v4HlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SZYppN1tMqU/s1600/9-23-11+FFF+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2n-NqMDJWUQ/TnyWS6v4HlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SZYppN1tMqU/s1600/9-23-11+FFF+pic.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<strong>Here is our 100:</strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">George’s wife insisted he wear the feminine colored underwear, said it would enhance the Breast Cancer calendar sales. The awareness hit too close for George, for his precise Misty was a five year survivor. </span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He lay on the bed and waited for the next position to model. George watched his wife’s lip turn to a cute little smile. </span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Okay, lean up and smolder at me, my love.”</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Like this?”</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Perfect,” she purred. “After this you deserve a treat.”</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">George settled his eyes on Misty’s breasts. Though they were implants with tattooed nipples, he loved to love her. </span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“We’re almost done.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Rhea Archer</div>Rhea Archer Bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13895309256661912767noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739674467035986964.post-53676147511472889722011-09-16T03:45:00.000-07:002011-09-16T06:37:41.464-07:00Flash Fiction Friday post #4Hello! Welcom to another Friday. To view other flashes visit this link <a href="http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-16-fff.html"><span style="background-color: yellow;">Flash Fiction Friday</span></a>.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“You said the day we walk a mile naked you would remodel the bathroom.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“And when did I agree to that.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Last night. Remember the massage oil, the chocolate sauce.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Brad cleared his throat. “You know we’re going to go to jail for this.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Did you bring money for bail?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Do I look like I have a Visa shoved up my ass?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lucy laughed. “I did.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“And where did you put that?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Remember the massage oil.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I hope you brought enough money to bail us both out.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Sorry, the space is limited.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Oh shit. Here come the cops.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Smile dear.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We hope you enjoyed our 100! Have a great Friday!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Rhea Archer</span>Rhea Archer Bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13895309256661912767noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739674467035986964.post-81225303216881854792011-09-11T00:02:00.000-07:002011-09-11T00:02:00.655-07:00Six Sentence Sunday post #2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVPg6lCiU6I/Tmw9xWfBR5I/AAAAAAAAADk/7KlEKGbDoqM/s1600/picture+window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVPg6lCiU6I/Tmw9xWfBR5I/AAAAAAAAADk/7KlEKGbDoqM/s1600/picture+window.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Welcome to our second Six Sentence Sunday! This is a taste of The Ark Hotel: Before The Dawn.<br />
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Our leading lady Angie has just moved into the garage apartment behind our hero's house. This is her first morning to have worry free time to herself. Our hero, Noah, is about to get an ear and an eye full. ;)<br />
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<strong>Our six:</strong><br />
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He decided it was time to get up and get moving, time and tide and all that. Thirty minutes, a shower and a shave later he was hustling out his back door, coffee in hand. He strode to his truck parked next to Angie’s red Hyundai. He heard the strains of popular music floating in the air. So, she was a Pink fan, and she liked it loud! Movement in the picture window had him spewing coffee all over his clean shirt. <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Rene closed the bedside table drawer shut. Stuffing the money inside her purse, she turned to the window. With one leg hanging over the side, Rene debated. Should she really do this? With her belongings in hand, she went back to the table. </span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tucking the money inside, she turned to William. His lips where turned up in one corner. Sighing, Rene grinned and slipped back into the rumpled sheets. </span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">For a moment she envisioned many things accompanied with luxury. She’d run another night—after another robbery. After all, they were the best damned criminals since Bonnie and Clyde, except untraceable.</span></div>~*~<br />
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Rhea ArcherRhea Archer Bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13895309256661912767noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739674467035986964.post-44513408093626434932011-09-04T05:30:00.000-07:002011-09-04T05:30:00.550-07:00Six Sentence Sunday post #1<br />
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<strong>The Ark Hotel: Before the Dawn</strong> is an erotic romance with strong romance. Before the Dawn has been submitted to Sizzler Intoxications. These six sentences have not been professionally edited by our editor. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Angie met a woman and a man who give back in a “Pay it Forward” sense. Outside of the restaurant, Noah starts to see some truth from Angie’s abused past. He is trying to show her that not all men will hit.</span><br />
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“I thought he loved me. I thought if I tried hard enough I could be better and then he would be better.”<br />
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A strong hand lifted her chin from her chest and wiped away the glistening drops. “Angie, love doesn’t leave these kind of marks.”<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She froze at his tender touch, then backed away suddenly. Gathering herself together again, Angie put the brakes on her fluttering heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">We hope you enjoyed our six today. We would love to hear from you. Thanks for stopping by! Have a great Sunday!</span><br />
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Rhea Archer Bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13895309256661912767noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739674467035986964.post-27183520841007726512011-09-02T00:01:00.000-07:002011-09-02T00:01:03.080-07:00Flash Fiction Friday post #2 Sunset Blvd.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzcWQ3M4O0/TmA40FHh-_I/AAAAAAAAADU/bPnzh0AGGzw/s1600/293566_135696736523868_100002506280778_214424_3455870_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RpzcWQ3M4O0/TmA40FHh-_I/AAAAAAAAADU/bPnzh0AGGzw/s320/293566_135696736523868_100002506280778_214424_3455870_n.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span lang="EN">As the needle broke her skin, she held her breath as the pain and the pleasure mixed inside her. Her own reflection wavered in her eyes. Once, Playboy had offered her a million to bare all, now she was doing it for what amounted to peanuts. A minute or more passed. Jennifer slipped back into the suit jacket. With a grim smile to the mirror she challenged, “I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.”<br />
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<span lang="EN"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i></i></div><i>Oh, how the mighty are fallen.<br />
</i>Jennifer opened the door, going to the couch. “Let’s do this.” <br />
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She’d give them a scene they would never forget.</span><br />
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Welcome to our first Flash Fiction Friday! If you would like to follow the other member's blogs and view their Flash Fiction Friday, click the links under our Favorite Flash Fiction Friday bloggers. <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">All night they had stared at each other from across the ballroom floor, her and the groom's best friend. He motioned for the elevator and she followed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Leaning against the wall, he smiled. "How long have we known each other?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“A few years,” she replied.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Why have we never kissed?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You never made a move.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Want me to make one now?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest. “Too late.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Their lips met, lingered, met again. Maybe she was always the bridesmaid and never the bride, but as long as she got the best man, she didn’t care. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
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